I've complained for years about the amount of dog hair in the house. And, this year especially, about the number of ticks that Molly brings into the house. But we've dealt with those things, because they weren't really hurting anyone. But the mud! Oh goodness, the mud. The mud that was so tangled in her fur that it required two rounds of shampoo, brushing, and practically power washing it out of her. It was the mud that made us shave her.
Remember her long blonde locks? No more! She's clean shaven for the summer. She feels baby soft and looks like she's lost about 30 pounds. She's not saying much, but she seems happy with her new 'do.
Walter thinks she looks a little silly, but she's still good competition in a foot race.
You're still a beauty, Molly. A cooler, cleaner beauty.